Page 9 of Unwrapping Chase

A whimpering scream came out of my lips as ropes of cum covered my hand and splattered the hardwood floor. Pleasure echoed through me like sparks of electricity.

Finished, I flopped onto my back, flaccid dick resting on my thigh. Holy shit. That was amazing. I hadn’t come that hard by myself in a long time. Seemed like Nyx and Tam were the magical ingredients for my dick.

At the thought of them, my cock started to perk up again, and I frowned at it. What in the actual hells? I was never this eager or ready to go in such a short time, but one thought of Nyx and Tam, and my dick was raring to go. It was like they were now a switch in my brain. I groaned, a bead of pre-cum sliding down my shaft. I whined. I needed them.

“Daddy,” I muttered, thinking of Nyx as I pumped my sensitive cock. “Tam. Please.”

Someone rapped on my door, not waiting for me to respond before opening it. Jared stepped inside, and I swore, scrambling for the blanket.

Jared laughed. “My bad. Sorry about that.”

“Bastard,” I snapped, cheeks flushing. What in the hells was going on with me?

“That lollikrake, Nyx, who brought you back yesterday,” he commented, arms crossing. “I’m assuming that you fucked him or him and his partner.”

“So?” I asked. It wasn’t like I’d done anything wrong… Well, besides breaking my own rules, but no one else knew about them.

He shrugged. “You do you. I don’t care where you dip your wick, just don’t cause trouble.” Jared tossed me a d-pad. “Nyx dropped that off for you. He said it was something about an offer. I assume he wants to buy you for the night, or maybe the duration of their vacation.”

Nyx was serious. He wanted me as Tam’s Christmas gift.

I snagged the d-pad and clicked through it, and my mouth dropped open. I’d expected an NDA. I mean, that was fairly standard for wealthy people fucking the staff, but not this. It wasa contract for the next three days to fulfill Tam’s physical needs as well as to accompany them on any of the vacation activities they wanted. There was a detailed kink section for me to select all that I liked and what my hard limits were, and a list of theirs.

There was also a list of rules I was expected to follow, activities that I might have to do, as well as a bunch of legal jargon that basically said I would get half of the money up front and the other half on completion of the contract. But from what I understood, I was allowed to say no and call it quits at any time for any reason. No matter what, I was guaranteed the first half of the payment, even if I wanted to stop partway through.

From the wording of the document, it seemed like only Tam and I would be fucking, though there was an addendum that left the option for Nyx to fuck me.

“What is it? A non-disclosure agreement?” Jared asked, coming closer.

“Shockingly, no. Nyx wants me to agree to be their… slut for their trip here.”

He nodded, not shocked. It was unheard of for many of his workers, though this contract was far outside the realm of usual.

My eyes caught on the price that Nyx was offering. It was… substantial. More than substantial. It was life-changing. “I can pay off my debt.”

Jared’s eyes widened. “All of it?”

“All of it and then some.”

“Fuck. What are you going to do?”

It wasn’t that I had negative feelings for sex work—sex work was work—but I’d never thought I would join its ranks. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want Nyx and Tam—I did—but I was scared. Feelings. I’d catch them. I would. That was just who I was. It was the reality before me, and there wasn’t a single way to dispute it. But…

“Well,” Jared said in his ever-practical way, “you clearly enjoy them. Have some fun for a couple of days and dig yourself out of this hole. There’s no other way to free yourself as fast, Chase, or at all. If the interest rates keep building…” He shook his head, and I knew what he meant. My debt was growing by the second. “This will be quick, easy, and most of all fun.”

I guessed it was as simple as that, but at the same time, I was worried. What if I started to like Nyx and Tam and was left heartbroken? I mean, it was only three days, but I already liked them. A lot more than was sensible, let alone rational.

My eyes flicked down to the massive number at the end of the contract. I did need to get out of this hole. I almost scoffed. It was more like a pit that was ever growing from the high interest rates. My creditors were hounding me and taking ninety percent of my paychecks. If I defaulted, I’d end up being arrested and sent to a work colony.

I wanted to curse Elijah, but it was my fault. I was the one who’d trusted him. He was supposed to be my Daddy, to love me, to take care of me, but he hadn’t. He’d betrayed me. Now, I was so deep in debt I couldn’t even see the light at the end of the road.

I had to do this. There was no other option. Besides, it would be fun. All I had to do was keep my emotions in check and have sexy fun for the next three days, and then I’d be free of the crushing debt. I hastily filled out the information and sent it before I had a chance to rethink my choice.

five

A surprise or a distraction?

I looked at the signature on the bottom of the contract with satisfaction. My eyes flicked to my other half. They were curled against me, their tentacles coiled around mine. They had accepted their punishment—and the subsequent hard fuck that had them squealing in pleasure—with ease and joy. Tam enjoyed me dominating them and controlling them when they needed it.